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text ✉ gwen + doctor

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Gwen: I don't trust this phone but I NEED HELP

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Fearful Symmetry ☤ Gwen and The Doctor

Everyone knew that desperate times called for desperate measures but so did frustration and boredom. Reaching out to the man who was supposedly the most qualified to escape from pocket universes hardly seemed like an interesting leap but one meeting or, rather, one conversation over the blogs with him could change a mind very quickly.

The fine line he walked between brilliance and eccentricness was cause for anyone’s concern but Gwen had nothing to lose and, apparently, she had years worth of time to kill before the search and rescue attempts she’d made in the real world would get anywhere near the Pocket. 

The Funporium fit the theme of the endevor quite well. It was colourful but also foreboding in a way you couldn’t quite describe. Gwen stepped through its front doors with a heavy sigh and looked for a flat surface to set her laptop down on. She’d brought along the little helpful evidence she had to share because she trusted the Doctor just like she had before and she had promised to tell him the truth.